Tag: friends

feeling unstuck.

Last month I drove to Jackson Mississippi.  I found it after a missed turn, a frantic phone call and a bunch of tears on the side of the road in Mobile. I went to Mississippi to run the Magnolia Meltdown half marathon with my sweet, very fit and much younger (as in I have a

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from molly to carly in four hours

We had our second annual Wild Turkey Open House yesterday. Our house opened at one, and by two-thirty, nobody was here. Seriously. Nobody. I felt like I was in a Molly Ringwald movie. But then the peeps started to trickle in, the Wild Turkey 101 started to flow, and by the end of the night (or

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out with the old (milk)

I’ve never been good at ending things. Even when I know it’s coming..like I can see the train headed straight toward me and I can clearly see the end…and I have every opportunity to gracefully step off the tracks…but I don’t do it. I cling to the nostalgia of it all…like with milk…I mean. Me

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it just depends on the thing

I’m not participating in this month’s NaBloPoMo, however when I saw today’s writing prompt I couldn’t resist jumping in for one day because I’ve recently talked about this whole situation with a friend. *And this is just my opinion…I’m not a qualified medical professional; I just grew up in an abusive family, had several years

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my “hangover” parade

We live in a tourist area as I’ve mentioned a bazillion times before…and so our town does weird-ass things to attract tourists. Year-round. There. That should suffice as an explanation, when you wonder why I went to a Mardi Gras parade last night. Because yes. I know. It’s August. And I’m not still drunk. And

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dance it out

My sweet friend had a really shitty day today, so I decided to cheer her up by expressing myself though finger dance; essentially. In reality, I hijacked random memes from the internet and strung them together. Like this. When push comes to shove… And… Then the next time the ugly people mess with you, just

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i have a smurf-blue belly button

I spent my Fourth of July at The Color Run. Hubs refused to run The Color Run with me because he said it was gay; which in my non-homophobe-marathoner-husband’s language I translated to mean he didn’t want to do it because it wasn’t a serious, hardcore, timed run and he didn’t want to be doused

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ready, set, here i run

I’m going to Chicago next week. I thought I had been to Chicago before, and I have been there, just not since I could talk. Or walk. Or since Al Gore invented the internet. My Chicago visit was very-pre-9/11. So pre-9/11, I don’t think it really counts as a visit. I don’t know why I

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got the sun in my eyes

Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous -Albert Einstein Eight months ago we met on a rainy day, at a crappy beach in the Virgin Islands. We drank overpriced fancy drinks and despite our age difference, we talked like long lost friends while our husbands chatted awkwardly, bought our drinks, and made sure we were

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plans?

Hubs and I made Saturday plans. We planned to bicycle through St Andrews State Park with friends today. Which we did. St Andrews is an awesome and huge state park in Panama City, which is about an hour away from where we live. It has primitive campgrounds, a beach area on the Gulf, jetties, a

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